"Whoso seeketh out a thing with
(the Valley of Search)
"Kindle the
(the Valley of Love)
"Knowledge is a
"In thy soul of love build thou a
(the Valley of Knowledge)
"Cleanse thou the rheum from out thine head And breathe the
"Should God punish men for their perverse doings, He would not leave on earth a
"O My Brother! A
"His Essence, holy above ascent and descent, entrance and exit; He hath through all eternity been free of the attributes of human creatures, and
(the Valley of Unity)
"Only
"I am
(the Valley of Contentment)
"Dost thou reckon thyself only a
(the Valley of Wonderment)
"When the qualities of the Ancient of Days stood
"The Beloved shineth on
"Even as the sun,
"Free thyself from that which
"Purify thyself from all else
"Thank thy Lord on His earth that He may
"Take off from thyself the wrappings of limitations, that thou mayest come to know what thou hast not known of the states of
(the Valley of True Poverty and Absolute Nothingness)
~ Baha'u'llah, The Seven Valleys
"There was once a lover who had sighed for long years in separation from his beloved, and wasted in the fire of remoteness. From the rule of love, his heart was empty of patience, and his body weary of his spirit; he reckoned life without her as a mockery, and time consumed him away. How many a day he found no rest in longing for her; how many a night the pain of her kept him from sleep; his body was worn to a sigh, his heart’s wound had turned him to a cry of sorrow. He had given a thousand lives for one taste of the cup of her presence, but it availed him not. The doctors knew no cure for him, and companions avoided his company; yea, physicians have no medicine for one sick of love, unless the favor of the beloved one deliver him.
At last, the tree of his longing yielded the fruit of despair, and the fire of his hope fell to ashes. Then one night he could live no more, and he went out of his house and made for the marketplace. On a sudden, a watchman followed after him. He broke into a run, with the watchman following; then other watchmen came together, and barred every passage to the weary one. And the wretched one cried from his heart, and ran here and there, and moaned to himself: “Surely this watchman is Izrá’íl, my angel of death, following so fast upon me; or he is a tyrant of men, seeking to harm me.” His feet carried him on, the one bleeding with the arrow of love, and his heart lamented. Then he came to a garden wall, and with untold pain he scaled it, for it proved very high; and forgetting his life, he threw himself down to the garden.
And there he beheld his beloved with a lamp in her hand, searching for a ring she had lost. When the heart-surrendered lover looked on his ravishing love, he drew a great breath and raised up his hands in prayer, crying: “O God! Give Thou glory to the watchman, and riches and long life. For the watchman was Gabriel, guiding this poor one; or he was Isráfíl, bringing life to this wretched one!”
Indeed, his words were true, for he had found many a secret justice in this seeming tyranny of the watchman, and seen how many
Now if the lover could have looked ahead, he would have blessed the watchman at the start, and prayed on his behalf, and he would have seen that tyranny as justice; but since the end was veiled to him, he moaned and made his plaint in the beginning.
~ Baha’u’llah, The Seven Valleys (Knowledge 3)
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